SHORT IS THE LIFE OF MAN.
By Rev. Rees Prichard, M.A.
Translated by the Rev. W. Evans.
Man’s life, like any weaver’s shuttle, flies,
Or, like a tender flow’ret, droops and dies,
Or, like a race, it ends without delay,
Or, like a vapour, vanishes away,
Or, like a candle, in each moment wastes,
Or, like a packet under sail, it hastes,
Or, like a courier, travels very fast,
Or, like the shadow of a cloud, ’tis past.
Strong is our foe, but very weak the fort,
Our death is certain, and our time is short;
But as the hour of death’s a secret still,
Let us be ready, come He when he will.
CONCERNING THE DIVINE PROVIDENCE.
By the Rev. Rees Prichard, M.A.
Translated by the Rev. William Evans.
God doth withhold no good from those
Who meekly fear him here below;
On them he grace and fame bestows,
Nor loss, nor cross they e’er shall know.